A yellow leaf
falling.
A cicada sings.
If you were here talking,
In this joy
I may want to kiss
your moving lips.
A tui* laughs.
The incoming tide
laps the morning shore,
then a pause..
Underswell, my favorite
moment in the deep..
Rising falling
in the surge, we move
together.
What is fleeting:
Soul cycling
Youth
Seasons unfolding
Cicada's lament.
Does she fear
the changing ground
or cycle that bought
her here..
or the taste
offered
before her
moving
on.
*Tui is a NZ native bird, also known as the Parson bird due to the distinctive white throat
tufts (poi) under her chin.
~Candali 2013
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